There is just too much to say, the fond memories flowing in like the waves Sandy loved. I only just now learned of his passing through my old pal and Chez La Mer bossanova Nancy Wolfe in Rehoboth.
Sandy was the best friend and cohort a guy could have. The Magnificent Sandersons were my adopted family for many summers. Hank, Bev, K.A., and "Sandor," as I called him, provided a second home for me in the summers at their North Indian Beach home. Sandy and I worked together at Summer House, where Sandy led the "God Bless America" sing-along nightly. Everybody on the staff loved him so much, and counted on him. He never ever complained. He generously let me use his amazing Mustang ragtop whenever I needed to. We laughed so much. He deserved better than me as a friend. I was all over the map, but happy as all get-out when I was hanging with him. He was one of the nicest human beings I have ever known. So is his family who put up with my accidental recklessness. I miss them all terribly. The nostalgic memories are too much. I'm crushed to hear that my old pal has passed. New York City journo career, and the fast pace of metro living took me so far away from those summer days. I regret not having stayed in touch. My deepest condolences to this outstanding, generous family and to his own family. Should the Sanderson see this, please holler. [email protected] or 917-327-2290. My wife Maddy and I live both in NYC and in New Orleans. "Old man!" (as many sentences began with Sandy and I)--love you, rest in peace. Steve Garbarino